Get Your Handz Off Lyrics - Rest Is History - Jin

Yeah! ("Jin" being chanted in the background) 

THE REST IS HISTORY 

Neo, KEEP it ROCKIN BABY! 

DOUBLE R WHAT! 

I got this part right here. 

From the start to the finish 

I'ma bark on contenders 

Wanna tarnish my image 

I can't promise forgiveness 

See I was never like this 

My mom's would never like this 

And y'all was never like us 

That's why y'all never bite this 

See I might take your style 

Flip it back, make it crack 

Sell a couple mil get some stacks 

Take the gold and not take it back 

I'm spittin lines of fire 

I'm in the line of fire 

Designer attire, makin me a sign of desire 

I just rhyme to inspire, your favorite line supplier 

I run through fan's signs and landmines with size of tires 

How many minds inquire, I got mines and acquired 

Enough props to make y'all resign and retire 

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Now hold on, and just STOMP STOMP 

Get your hands off me 

Now hold on, and just STOMP STOMP 

Get your hands off me 

This is hot as it gets, your shit's not as intense 

My flow got 'em convinced, they ain't got at 'em since 

My back's against the wall 

So if I turn and flee and run from what's in front if me 

That won't make no sense at all 

It's for my dimes and divas, haters and non-believers 

They just try'na deceive us like Judas dishonored Jesus 

Why you try'na critique this, don't take kindness for weakness 

Leave you behind the speakers, body minus some pieces 

You got records to sell, I got records to break 

You will never excel against me measure the weight 

I got too much at stake, I just follow my faith 

Annihilate and dominate and I ain't even try'na wait 

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While you hang out, I bang out 

Make moves like shots rang out 

Wanna know, what my slang 'bout 

They be like, "Shut your damn mouth" 

Your chances are slim, makin' advances on Jin 

While you, shootin' the breeze, I'm dancin' with the wind 

This is not your, ordinary 

My style, sort of varies 

Slaughter you, then your crew 

Cause you know, the more the merry 

You already know the outcome, so how come you doubt son 

("I'm goin' out by any means necessary" - Malcolm) 

Hip-hop without Jin is like, shootouts without guns 

Churches without nuns, bankers without funds 

Smokin' without lungs, cities without slums 

My fans force me, get your fuckin' hands off m